Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Strong Woman

I found this poem today. I so needed to find this poem today. This wonderful poem by Marge Piercy. This poem sung to my soul and galvanised my thighs. The last few weeks have been full of set backs and knock backs, wobbles and horribles. I find myself daunted often with the task I have set my self and the path that chose me. I am one of those that "goes on shoveling with tears in her nose" ... but at least I'm still shovelling, even though it does feel like I'm "determined to do something others are determined not be done". That's how things change and not stay the same ... with the scars and the shovelling, along with my SiStars with their scars and their shovelling. I've been chatting to a few of those SiStars this past week, those whose path is similar to mine and they are also finding it very tough out there. We talk, we share, we are in this together. There is unity. A growing oneness. A sisterhood. Strong and vibrant, propping each other up through our worries, easing the fears and pouring the balm of love on the isolation. We are no longer "strongly afraid" ... we are just strong. We may have salty tears on our beautiful muddy faces, but we are damn strong. I'm so proud of us ... so proud of all strong women everywhere. So glad you are all there making me strong.





For Strong Women

A strong woman is a woman who is straining
A strong woman is a woman standing
on tiptoe and lifting a barbell
while trying to sing "Boris Godunov."
A strong woman is a woman at work
cleaning out the cesspool of the ages,
and while she shovels, she talks about
how she doesn't mind crying, it opens
the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up
develops the stomach muscles, and
she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
A strong woman is a woman in whose head
a voice is repeating, I told you so,
ugly, bad girl, bitch, nag, shrill, witch,
ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,
why aren't you feminine, why aren't
you soft, why aren't you quiet, why aren't you dead?
A strong woman is a woman determined
to do something others are determined
not be done. She is pushing up on the bottom
of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise
a manhole cover with her head, she is trying
to butt her way through a steel wall.
Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole
to be made say, hurry, you're so strong.
A strong woman is a woman bleeding
inside. A strong woman is a woman making
herself strong every morning while her teeth
loosen and her back throbs. Every baby,
a tooth, midwives used to say, and now
every battle a scar. A strong woman
is a mass of scar tissue that aches
when it rains and wounds that bleed
when you bump them and memories that get up
in the night and pace in boots to and fro.
A strong woman is a woman who craves love
like oxygen or she turns blue choking.
A strong woman is a woman who loves
strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly
terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong
in words, in action, in connection, in feeling;
she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf
suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she
enacts it as the wind fills a sail.
What comforts her is others loving
her equally for the strength and for the weakness
from which it issues, lightning from a cloud.
Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse.
Only water of connection remains,
flowing through us. Strong is what we make
each other. Until we are all strong together,
a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.


The Dreadess xx

Dedicated to Clare, Belinda, Deborah, Rachael and Elaine ... keep shovelling :o)

1 comment:

  1. Love these images of strength, thanks for sharing

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